Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

[faileas]

Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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[slicey]

[ ahhh. so he doesn't get it (no one usually gets it— except one). the answer to the odd riddle: progress is made through action, but she's not about to explain, no . . . instead, the fae giggles, breathy and dragged. ]

The Markhor wants his grass chewed for him as well . . . I see. [ her fingers, the free ones, begin combing through her sleek locks, staring aimlessly— before the stare is unnervingly directed. ] It's because you don't have hair on your back. Isn't it—?

[trost]

Are you just stringing words together... [ He doesn't know what to make of this situation. She's just so bizarre, and carries herself in such an unnatural way, that he's starting to wonder if she's on something. ]

Who said that? I've got -- Wait, I don't have to explain myself to you. You're not getting anymore hairs from me. [ He has some light hairs, and he's hoping more start to grow. He has no intention of showing her, especially not if what she wants to do is cut them off. ]

[slicey]

[ she's giggling, soft and breathy while wings flit behind her. ]

You shouldn't dislike your hair . . . It's good hair. On your face and thin or your back. [ honestly, it's fun messing with people too. #justfaethings. ] They will be under my crafting care.

[trost]

I said I'm not giving you anything.

[ Though, he's been wandering around town for hours and he's feeling quite famished. ]

Unless you're going to offer me something in return, at least.